I never thought I’d be around to hear that the football team of my old school (Burlington-Edison High School) would make it to the state championship game. I mean, the last time they won a state title was back in 1986, before I was even born (and long before I came to Burlington). But now? Now the team is one win away from being state champions. Amazing. And not just a little annoying that they get a bunch of good players after I graduate and go to a school that used to have a good football team (I say this in the nicest way possible: the current Husky football squad sucks, and yes, that includes Jake Locker).
Anyways, I also never thought I’d be writing a personal post again, but I don’t really have much to rant about. Bagel from RationReality wrote me an email about something I could write about, but I didn’t get back to her in time so I must now live the rest of my life regretting my inability to check my email more than twice a day. (”I coulda been a contender! …er, blogger!”)
More on the home front: know how my last post was about building a Linux distro from scratch? Well, scratch it. I don’t know what I was doing wrong, but I’ve been given more grief from that project than all my other Linux-related sojourns combined. I blame the instruction manual, which assumes too much. I can understand the assumption that the reader knows the basics of navigating in a Linux console (copying, removing, etc.) but I don’t get the assumption that the reader knows what file the manual is talking about when it refers to it by a vague name. If any of my readers has dabbled in Linux From Scratch, leave me a comment to ask me just what part of the manual I’m referring to. I’d ask about the problem in some Linux forums, but I don’t wish to be told to RTFM. I did RTFM and it didn’t help me, so STFU. Now that is a retort worthy of a nerd such as I.
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You misunderstood. Not something for you to blog about, but something I’d written but couldn’t post, so I was looking for a home for it. It had to be posted on a specific day but I wasn’t going to be around, and I don’t trust the scheduling.
Wait…you were born after 1986? Fuck, I’m old.
Ah, well, I still didn’t check my email until after you had gone, so it’s a moot point.
And I suppose it’s a good thing that I come across older than I really am. That’s probably because my blog posts don’t consist of “OMG, m4h f15h dy3d & i B s0 s4d, s0 iz cUt m4s3lf l0ts… :*( y4y bR1tN3Y!!!1!!111 lol ^.^”
Heh, I don’t know why I get such a kick out of parodying that kind of typing.
You’ll get yours, you little punk.
When you ask a kid who’s diaper you rememeber changing what he wants to be when he grows up, and the answer isnt “fireman” or “astronaut”, you’ll know the OMG IM TEH OLD! feeling I have right now.
I really hate the holidays.